When i walk

Everywhere i go, i pick the senses apart.
different atmospheres set my world apart.
i see shadows on houses in the light.
i see shadows on strangers faces when they pass by.
i feel a weight on my head, a feeling of compression.
i feel a heaviness in my soul. like something i cant control.
and i know it\'s not right, it\'s my will inside that makes me unaware...
gives me sight. i feel like I\'m a magnet that attracts bad weather,
bad feelings, and all those possessors.
i know that i radiate a different kind of light.
cause when people see me, when they meet me, they don\'t see my struggle...
my fight. i give then false reality, all the while unaware.
i know wishing could never draw forth the truth from me.
i can only bare this burden on my own. no one on earth sees my soul.
feel like my hands are being pulled by jeshua and lucifer...
one saying \"no his soul belongs to me\"
the other saying \"lets just wait and see who he wants to be\"
and i can picture them both cheering me on.
lucifer on the sidelines telling me to fall.
jeshua on my shoulder whispering contradictions to his foe.
it\'s all i can do to keep the voices under control.
and all the while the real world takes no notice of this strange event.
can they not see that they suffer from the good and the bad, the constant rant?
their ears gates aren\'t open to hearing, the lots cast on their lives...
and all the bidding. the everyday gamble for survival.
the universal struggle for the human race.
to pin point people, this is not a phase.
you must live your life aware of these dark days.